03.11.2026 am
Yeah, neutral. Take a minute to reset. It’s time and that’s all we need and that’s all we get, yo. Yes indeed, find peace. It’s pretty much the most important thing really. So much fighting energy in this day and age. Buy a bicycle and try riding it in the snow if you think you hit the top in knowing everything, it’ll set you straight, you see? Yeah, that.
Certain things just make sense, like round-a-bouts, yeah, they take way less time than a damn traffic light, see? Damn Skippy. How about gas pumps that automatically turn off when the tank tops it’self off? Imagine having to wait until the tip-top and being completely in control of that tip-top, how much gas would hit the ground in America? I wanna know. How about having a map to get to anywhere in the world that’s the size of your smart phone? Amazing times we live in, appreciate that shit.
I’m just a weirdo who grew up walking on mid-western ice. It’s a thing, trust me. Be mindful today, it’s an icy bitch out there, fer real. Also, don’t take shit from people.. try snarky rebuttals or twisting their thoughts right into your perspective rather than eating crow. Try it. Life is too short for being someone’s bitch. Seriously. When you wake up tomorrow you’ll feel better. Take a stand before you’re dead, why don’t you?
The problem with this society is that most people run in the world of “I” and not “we.” My current problem is auto-correct with this rat bastard typing program. Whatever. I’m fine, we’re all fine here, hopefully. This is my lithium salt bath of words people, listen up! Let’s be more free today and make it based on humor or knowledge. We can do it! Tune up someone, give them a complement that really means something. Try it Mikey! Let’s get along with this life and change it for the future generations.
03.11.2026 pm
Well, that was a bunch of bullshit. People are too much sometimes. I’ll be fine. Easy. Chill out firecracker, be watery not so ridged. Tao. Fine! Boogie on ice with boots or puffy girly slippers, live it up! This pattern is weird, the blogging thing, that is. It’s not so much bullshit or puffy slippers, it’s like a learning curve on ice. I did have fifty people visit my website on one day last week, so that’s rad. I like this now, less bull-shit and more sweet-shit. Yeah.
This life is bizarre. Sometimes I wonder, “what the fuck?” I hope this post amuses you like it’s amusing me. Really. Anytime I wonder “what’s next?” usually something else comes along. It’s just how it is, everything turns around and works out eventually. One time I saw a guy in running shorts down on all four in someone's yard with a dog on a leash next to him, while he was on all four lapping at the water, the dog seemed like his attention was elsewhere off in the distance.
Eat more wild rice, that’s better for you than Roundup Ready grain, hands down. For real, be a man and read about Monsanto. Actually, be a woman and send me a prayer, to keep my head on straight and my mind flying eagle. Hawk spirit space is: “Doesn’t talk to others in public much,” like my brother has been since high-school, ironically enough. Life is weird for everyone at certain times, how couldn’t it be? Being an artistic, outside the box, walked a lot of miles, all American weirdo is a run and a half, and you can get into it that way, and every other way you can too, dawg. Rice, it’s a thing, eat it.
On to other stuff, like putting one’s body into action with things that are exhilarating, mentally, spiritually, and body wise all at the same time. So, live music! When’s the last time you planned going to an actual music show with a group of friends? If it’s been a while, it means it’s been too long, so do it, or shit; go see a good bar band for god’s sakes! Musicians’ got passion, find that synergy and spin that magic wheel fer a turn right quick. Life is for the grabbing so go grab somebody (within reason, please), without having to go to jail! Life can be squishy sometimes. I learned a lot from my ex-wife. On to other stuff.
Food is rad, eat more good food. It’s worth it, make an effort to eat more vegetables and fruits and products that require less processes to get to your dinner plate, health usually goes hand in hand with: “keep it simple, sweetheart.” Which is perfect actually. Simple is the truth, so don’t be a dirt-bag liar, yo. Keep your brain and your body and your spirit stepping in time with itself harmoniously. Don’t crash and burn, just ascend into a lighter version of yourself and keep on rippin’. Yep, perfect way to close this entry. Much love.
03.12.2026 am
Here we are again, time to go to work! My old road mate Johnny had his parrot trained to say that when he got up in the morning. “Time to go to work.” I need to take a few minutes to myself before I start this …. And I need a coffee.
Well, I did get a little time, but no coffee yet. Thank god for coffee, some days it’s necessary before anything else. Then, you usually have to shit. Yep. Anyway, mornings are a good time to say a prayer. God, thanks for this life, please allow me space to learn more and appreciate this day in harmony. Now, music. Slick Krugers has a new release out that’s poppin’, my jam on it is called “Echos of Velo,” it’s bad ass. I’m gonna run for a coffee in the 6.2 quick. Check out yesterday’s Slabtown Podcast with guest co-host Shawna. …coffee!
How about smart phones? We carry them around all the time and they are breakable, like drop one without a case and it’s a goner. Weird days we’re living in, these phone things are like a life line straight to hell. Think about it.. how much distraction is worth the convenience? It’s a double edge sword if you think about it that way. Whatever, it’s fine. Sometimes I need to remind myself that I ought not overthink every fricken detail. Smart phones.
Well this is going different, as the old timer Minnesotans say. I’m looking at two bananas and a coffee now and I had a boring time at the gas station, but that’s just fine, see? Everything is gray and I’m fine with that today. Different is the name of the game and the batter is called CHANGE! One, two, three, change! Yep, that’s what it takes sometimes. Different is the new normal, don’t be a smuck. Tune up your spirit and tune up your brain, make a difference out there, god needs you to be the harmony, not ask like a sad sack of shit for others to harmonize you. Gut punch for change right there, this baseball game is called different.
Blue jeans, they be the space of America man, get ‘em dirty, don’t be a whiny worm.. Be somebody. It’s time to remember that our ancestors had shit way worse and way better at the same time, and our future generations are likely to be the same. So stop taking yourself so seriously and be a nerd. Geek out about something to your friends or a random stranger for Christ’s sakes. I wonder what the spirits of the original 49ers are saying about modernism. “You’d be having more fun digging in the mud with your buddies than washing your windows at the gas station,” probably. Levi Strauss was an immigrant who saw a need and fulfilled that need by bringing people blue jeans.. So don’t be a slacker, do something rad.
In the beginning everything was, and now everything is too much. So, dial it back God, put some of this fuckery to rest please, we need easy! Dig? Yeah, I’m about on to something else here, perhaps a quick skateboard session or something. This is my morning meditation it seems, and I’m fine with that. Boogie Chillin’!
03.12.2026 pm
So, stories, real ones. What’s your craziest? Mine, a wheelbearing fire with my old man on tour with a hoopty 1991 Toyota Previa minivan. Yours, who know’s, not me. Everything comes together eventually and so will your death, and mine. Take it as you will, might as well make waves in the meantime. Raise the sails on your life and set sail yo, yo! Cut the tie on the dock and leave the other side for some schmuck to deal with, why don’t cha? Email me something to draw on here, or don’t! I’ve got some wild stories, so does my old tour mate Blake.
Like, one day I was walking down the hall and my buddy Doc was skip-jogging at me in high school near the elective class area, and he said “They just bombed the Pentagon, it’s gonna be anarchy.” .. over all that was a let down. So was y2k, remember? Like a wet noodle with almost zero action. Lame. Doc’s spirit shined so bright he died from heroin. Shit deal right there. Love that guy.
Don’t forget your roots people, remember those annoying interactions that cast you into your most steady current situation and laugh. Everything will be better before it gets worse. God tell me, why did they take my name off the roster for the IWW baseball team? Is John still the catcher? I wonder. Baseball season is right around the corner, so is that motorcyclist, so keep yer damn eyes peeled! Plant a garden maybe this season? Or, maybe a tree? Roots, grow them sons a’ bitches good, ya’ll!
Makes me miss the deep south. I love America. I love traveling, and right now, I’m loving this blog. Thanks for reading. Guess I’ll take a minute to drink some tea and have a cigarette. Back to our blibber blabber… So, doing all of these things that we have to do to survive is a got’damn headache sometimes. Did you know that Ibprophin was originally derived from swamp willow bark or some shit like that? Yeah, check it out. The deep south is dirty, because they just are trying to appreciate that little bit of zing, yah dig? Tryin’ to bring that muddy Mississippi river up stream to the twin cities, yep!
Mark Twain help us all, I’m just another nigger like everybody else it seems. There, try to decode that uptown funkery. Will ya? Boogie Chillin’ - John Lee Hooker, listen to some. His lyrics and tone changed my life. He codes the bottom in my book. My computer needs to restart in five minutes and I don’t want to loose this shit to the wind. Love and respect.
03.13.2026 am
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, chubop, chubop, boogie ‘nah! - Dr. John.
Well, here I am again, thinking about a girl. Fucking life. Yep, said it. Girls are runners these days… I’m too scary or some shit, or it’s that the ones that run, they ain’t really got it, you know? They scared. Enough with this bullshit.
The thing about baseball is, I haven’t played in a long ass time. WTF god? I’m kinda a dipshit. I got my catchers mit in my truck and a damn ball and everything. Babe Ruth was 40 before he retired from baseball, Nolan Ryan was 46, bitches. Kirby is dead, get back to kicking ass before you are too. Wanna play a pickup game?
Life is weird and awesome. It’s also bizarre that I’ve got a ton of kinks out of my life currently, which is rad. I hope things are getting straightened out in your life too. Everybody is evolving everyday, all the time.. Don’t forget that shit. Let the weirdness become magic and hit the start button baby. Weird can be awesome. Time is ours, not yours or mine, always. Boogie.
The thing about consistency is, it can get boring, so spice it up, sun cracker. Find a good tune to play and turn it up. Life is, and then it’s not. People change and plans grown stale are plans that need to be re-hydrated or tossed to the dust and wind yo. Yep. Be consistent and random in-between maybe? I don’t know. Whatever. Let it mend and let it chop. Tune up the good times.
I have no idea what’s next, but I’m still thinking about baseball. It’s the American sport, ya know? Hockey is rad too, but that’s probably because I’m Nord-ish, dig? What do you like about sports? There ain’t no “I” in team, yeah? My dad comes to mind often when it comes to idioms and life philosophies, you know, that old gypsy biker mud-hut wisdom. Farm kids up baby. Let it rain god, we need more state legal green.
Those 1970 hippy kids grew up and destroyed the earth, so don’t forget to recycle a bottle or plant a tree this spring, the earth is fuckeddd, but it’s ok because we’re all fine here, how are you? Turn your knob to boogie, no one gets out of here alive. Love.
03.13.2026 pm
It’s about that time, be diligent with your details fool. Damn skippy, I’m on a roll now Hemmingway, eat shit you suscide bomb. Details in this day and age are insane. I’m tired of flaky shit from people who elude to be “REAL.” Fuck. Again. …..and I’m damn sure gonna give her a plate full of Scottish shit to eat the next time I interact with her, going Montana on her ass. I’m pissed and blogging, look out world, it’s about time. Eat it.
I’ve been getting institutionally fucked for all my life, and my chopper is on the other side of the Rum River, fuck. It started with trying to find Dorthy or the Ewalks or whatever on the back side of the fucking television, ask mom. It’s a maze of smoke and mirrors and then you figure out the whole, oh, ghosts are real thing and it’s like “look out.” My brother is in county jail and I’m listing to pipes going down the street behind me and I’m not pressuring myself as hard as I should be to get on a FUCKING DIRTBIKE or a horse. I’m a fucking hard headed red blooded american with a anchor and a fucking pigpen trap called the State of Minnesota. Bitches, please.
Ok, Left Lane Cruiser is almost done playing so I’m sure I’ll calm down.. “Pusher Man.” Next thing is, don’t wait. Fuck, now James Leg is playing … wait wait,”Dirty South.” Well, that pretty much sums it up, meet me tonight in the bottom of the dirty south, shout out to Jim Day, and his boys Eric and Mike. Southern Culture on the Skids for LIFE. Much thank yous Jim. Cassette rips and quick dips in Norris Lake for life. Left Lane Cruiser.
Now I’m thinking about details again, I need to pick up two battery turn offs and another deadend switch, that bitch is a hummer gas job all the wheels all the time work horse. Eat crow , donkey, work! Boot Strap economics circa 2026. Run white, it’s a shit show on planet nine twin cities, I’m now offering readings. Time to get on to something else mom and dad, I’m just a dipshit art kid from New Orleans. Banksy props. No social media for this guy.
Peace, work, sleep, repeat, boogie - AC
03.15.2026 am
I was a slacker yesterday and didn’t blog.. Instead I played three “‘tweeners” at Blues Cafe Festival in Central Wisconsin and drove for three hours. I feel unsettled and blotted and I’ve been sitting too much these days .. I need to focus here and write …. I keep lifting up my phone and it’s getting me off task, it was hard to find “task” to begin with and now I’m getting taxed by this double off-task-ed-ness. Not slackin here, hardly do ever anyway, shit dawg. Go!
Reckless, that’s the overall pattern, and guessing. Got to get on with life here and push towards my goals. I need to alter my pattern to be more efficient and kind. Fighting hate with cuts is the overall at CC club .. Palmer’s is dead.
My first singing band Mill City Mongrels’ never released full length album will hit streaming platforms 20 years after it’s conception. Elmer is dead so no reunion show, wah, wah, wah, doom doom ELMER! BRETHE FOR ME ELMER! Love that guy, rest in peace. More tranquil productivity and pushing on with “knowns.”
Again, my brain goes to baseball and blood donation. Blood donating is good for bone marrow, it presents a purpose for those little bitches to get to work, yep! Donate blood, it’s win-win. Also, play group sports more, hacky sacks are rad, for your information. I used to bring one to the IRTS treatment program that I worked at during covid. I was a weirdo there, holy shit. Baseball season is coming up folks …. Boogie chullin’ and writin’.
Spring is right around the corner and I’m about to drive in six to eight inches of snow to get back to Zimmerman, Minnesota from central Wisconsin to catch a meeting with Theo of King’s Rest. Theo has been a huge supporter and a great friend. So tune up the good times today people, find that good song and turn it up that crack-al-acka, yep!
Life goes quick, savor the flavor and find a way to STAY ON TASK AND IN FLOW!!! This life is ours for the having, so have it up and slide into the space of FUCK, I GOTTA GO!
03.15.2026 pm
I’m fine, trust me. I’m floating through on a snowday. It’s everything all at once or nothing at all.. Bukowski. Writing while on a gypsy pattern of following instincts. I should be using this time to record more, for the sake of god at the very least. Hunter S. Thompson, American weirdos. Yep, there’s a great Slabtown Productions podcast up today, #20! Woop! With Savannah as special guest co-host. Guns, Strip Club, and Horses…
Nothing in need currently, other than it’s 8pm and the crew is getting antsy I feel. Whatever, we’re all fine. We might go bowling, which might be fun for a Saturday night. We’re listening to blues and talking about food too. B.B. King is the flavor ya’ll he’s “a good man, understand?” Now I’m thinking about Nika, and Tina Turner, oofta. I’m good, life is good and stressful sometimes, and sometimes we just need to step outside to change the vibe a bit.
I’m in limbo surrounding updating my website to have the soundcloud page included on the blog tab rather than just a link.. That will make it easier for some people. I can’t easily figure that out right now so I’m going to skip that for now. Sorry and you’re welcome. Whatever.
No games, that’s also a good grounding technique. Don’t be a dirtbag. I need a smoke break. Now I feel better. Everything is better now, I’m making tea and I actually know where I kept the tea bags that I took from the hotel this morning. Great!
We need zipties, perfect. They are pretty damn handy, you have to admit.. Thanks John Steffen. Zipties kick ass. They are one hell of an asset to human existence, like toilet paper or a hammer. How about a “one up” to bailing wire? That bailing wire is good for a lot too. Now the Black Keys are playing “Lonely Boy.” More loud guitars and kick drums thumpin’ please. Zipties will fix the broken future.
What are you waiting for? I’m waiting for what’s next and I know it’s gonna be good. The lightness is in check and easy energy is in the air. Well, that’s nice. Now on to changing the vibe of a room based on the energy of one’s intentions, these lessons are unthought and not often talked about, so, think about it… What were your thoughts and the energy you put into your keys the last time you had them in your hand? How about that couch that was a bitch to bring up the stairs? Think about intentions. Wait for it to meld.
So, the thing is everyone likes food, pretty much everyone. What kind of food are you looking forward to? What was the best meal you had most recently? Food is rad, and the container that I chose to house my tea is going to take forever to cool down, stainless steel with a ceramic center fill if I’m guessing correctly. All good, more time to chill and write. This life is wild, and I’m cool with that. Love, respect, kindness, boogie, and dues.
03.16.2026 am
Up and Adam, on the task as soon as out of bed type of day… I’m fine with it. Good day! Thanks for tuning in to the contraption of a blog, my name is Alexander Craig. It’s too much of a name mostly. Oofta. It’s alright. It’s one of those mornings that is like BAM! Time to get going.
America, what is your morning drug of choice? COFFEE! Where I’m staying we ain’t got coffee, so we’re settling with tea. Great! The tea package says: “Become Limitless.” That’s a good shake for a morning rise I’d say, yep. Tea has grown on me these last ten years or so, I like it now.
The gal who’s place I stayed at last night likes iridescent color themes, which is rad. Her name is Savannah. She’s co-hosted two podcasts with me and she’s quite the character. She’s been quite helpful and spunky which has been awesome.
These paragraphs are a little substance week, I did just get out of bed and started writing right away though, so I guess I should be easier on myself. Yeah, easy. Time to roll a cigarette. Alright, we got a smoke in and now everything is easier. I have ten minutes to finish this and hit the road.
Timing is everything they say, and the times are good currently. I just bought five pairs of Vans shoes for $100. Sometimes things just work out. Brand new Vans of some ex-boyfriend schmuck. Eat that world. I’ve got a rad new horse enthusiast, rad, smart, wise friend in central Wisconsin, thanks god.
I’ll try to get another blog entry in today, unfortunately I’m spending five hours in a vehicle today, so we’ll see, keep it shiny side up sun-crackers! AC out!
03.16.2026 pm
Now, time for grounding. I need water. I could also use a part time employee. Geeze, fricken adult-isum central. Life has become a lot for today. I need to drink water, not just wash my face in it.. Ok, that’s one less thing. I need to buy Garnet studs for my ears too. They say if you carry Garnet, one has no need to carry a weapon. Yep. Grounding.
So, on to better things, like rad friends. Be sure to tune into my podcast to hear the last four episodes are co-hosted by guests. This is a fun project but it also requires a lot of sitting so I need to do like 25 jumping jacks before I loose my shit. There, I did 50. Savannah, Cy and Connie all co-hosted this weekend and every episode was interesting.
This blog is good for relieving my brain fog. The jumping jacks helped. It’s been a lot of sitting today, and I woke up in central Wisconsin looking at 30 mile an hour winds and 14 inches of fresh snow. The driving conditions were insane. Google routed us around the old highway system onto the county roads for the first 50 miles because the highway was closed, to say the least.. I need an NA beer or five .. Yep, onto the blog.
I didn’t really see my creative career going like this but I do need to give a special shout out to a Life Coach named Theresa who used to live and work in Downtown Anoka. She is the most prominent person that I can remember back who was nudging me towards hosting a podcast. Thanks yo, I bet you still got that Swagger too.
Onto the next thing, I’m trying to coordinate a lot right now, and myself, so please give me some grace the next time you see me. This is me operating at full tilt while trying to maintain probation, mental health ramifications, my career, my family and my community all at the same time and that’s a lot. Ups to Chris Holm and Chris Mozina and Chris Haggel ya’ll .. I gotta do something else, love, peace, kindness, honesty and dues folks, AC out.
03.17.2026 am
Sometimes things don’t work out and they need to take a digger into the trash can. Yep. It’s all good though, lessons are learned from scrapping things too. I need space to chill with my own thoughts now and then. I need to continue to find space to be more relaxed. I guess I kinda throw myself into chaos for the fun of it just to spiral out into a better shape eventually, or at least that’s what the window says. Gotta scrap that podcast episode. Sorry fellas.
I’ve been listening to this incredible song by Slick Krugers called “Echos of Velo.” It’s hittin’ for me hard right now. “Every note’s a spark that can light a fire,” is what she sings. Incredible. Tess Velo, you are a bad ass yo. Nick Leugers came in with a solid win on the lyrics too. Turn it up ya’ll.
You ain’t never heard it like this before, famous first words for a bluesman or blueswoman or blues they or whatever.. Wild boys ride with guns, not this guy though, don’t worry mom. I’m fine. She told me that she got caught in the sand, and I was like, whatever, try harder. Story of the cat and mouse I suppose. Shake ‘em on down, build ‘em up right.
So, on to the next thing, be good to yourself. That is number one. Years of mental health treatment led to that one simple line. Keep yourself number one, with God. Boogie! Yep. Alright, I’m even feeling better now. Dig a hole and plant a seed this spring, dare ya! Tune up the good times soon, take care of your shit then party. What else is there even? Be good to yourself but not too selfish, find the sweet spot, then send it with love to someone else.
I guess it’s time to get on with something else and remember that someone else has it worse than I do. To the best future, AC out.
03.18.2026 am
So, it began ….. The intro was sweet and raunchy and the end, who knows? Yep, livin’ in freestyle and grinding it out again, naturally. Dig, so it would be rad if you started …. Chime into it yo. Allow space for your future to become as you’d like it and the rest is listening to god. Ebbs and flows and lows and slows and steady. That’s the ticket. Thanks for allowing me space to grow as an artist elseways.
This new era of music is poppin’ Slick Krugers 2025 release is toning in gold in my charts. Aiden and Tate killed it on two back to back 22:22 Slabtown Podcasts, rad, yep, two of them, 23 and 24. Groovin’ …find it ya’ll, yeah. Where the future is built earnestly and with backbone, not pansy ass shit. Find your inside and crank it to the spirit of what it is and peel the layers of lies to the brassest of bass tacks yo. Revolution is the new “fuck you” and that’s right, others. Cuts be necessary from time to time. It’s a new era ya’ll .. yep.
I need to remember to be proud of who I am a little. I code arrogance to others, when that ain’t what it is. It’s planting seeds in hyperdrive ya’ll, that’s right. Tune up a phone with good forward intentions instead of he said she said fuckery. Real, I seek it out. Don’t pull fake shit without the rug getting pulled out from under your too clean shoes. Bitch. Swift and steady wins races, take that clunky shitty rusty tin-man shit and shove it up your broken ass.
Flowing ya’ll, and I be finding it now. Rockabilly in the name of real is “Plant a tree and get laid after.” Oxigen is a great high dipshit, plant a tree. Seriously. So my buddy Micha who filmed and saved the Motorcycle Music Video from being a dud, is studying Muay Thai to compete in the national championship, mad props and respect my friend. Keep doing sweet stuff, don’t stop. Mess with people and make it funny if you can’t afford to buy people gifts or whatever. Find that slick groove and flow with it baby. Much Love, AC out
03.18.2026 pm
I’m gonna be fine, ya’ll … Mad respect to Bobby Vandell and allowing me to podcast for him a day early… geezezer… bone head move, right? Oofta, worked out perfect though.. Yep! Boogie Chillin. Thanks god. I need some time to recalculate how detail oriented my job is .. like, wtf fer real. Grounding. Gum… Got gum? Fuck’em!
It’s racing season and I’m not on a skateboard, damn it. I’m also a trixter, bird.. Booueatifull.. That’s a new word I made. For homies, heard it .. I’m basically the Marshal of Palmer’s Bar of the North, just rebuilding .. weird.
The Minnesota Twins are gonna kick both Chicago teams to the curb and club the Yankees in the balls. Go underdogs and The Dirtbombs of Detroit, dig you Mic Collins .. Life , Love , Book is TIME.. Boogie onwards, always, rust culture is, that’s all .. save pennies says Razor .. bird hawk doubles .. magic .. wisdom .. love .. futures .. life .. boogie .. Let’s Gene Vincent and Bo Diddley it together ya’ll called Bobby Blue Bland earlier on Slabtown.
Yes, it is the most natural. Skateboard is sudden and the hardest ti-chi on wheels ever .. Skateboard Country Punk Blues .. Life liver.
Love is peace and making moves. Imagine the sixth grade and try to run there in decency towards others. Try it. Love is the little space in-between and the easy. Greasing Mardi Gras in headwater hub .. Misfits on Coon Rapids Blvd.
Let’s be easy with eachother in spirit and within complexion and within growing together. Plant a seed and keep it going with love.
Decency, honor, grace, peace, activities, giving, being awesome inside and out, confidence, activities, events, ideas, concepts, personalities, possibilities, limitlessness, protection, heal, spirit.
AC out …
03.19.2026 am
It happened, contentment while on probation. Weird, I had a mental health check in with the chief of police of Anoka yesterday. Art, it’s important. Thanks Joe from Left Lane Cruiser of Fort Wayne, Indiana. Shout out to the Hook and Ladder crew in South Minneapolis. Thanks Mom and Dad and Tom and Ryan and Trevor and Jason. Thanks Danae and Derek, and clan. Thanks Schwinghammers. All beings family.
UJ is out on the curb talking to someone on his phone and I’m in here typing on this computer when I’d rather be outside. I’m back at Avant Coffee Shop, I took a very long Covid break from here. Now I’m back, and quieter. Main Street Anoka is buzzing, cars are in the hum of inner city meets red neck north. That Red Neck highway 10 bottleneck has been pretty free flowing, a sign of the economic downturn. Sidewalk, I wonder where tramp Adam is? Or Felix?
UJ is going through some emotional struggles and needs time. I bought him a coffee, and gave the barista a “Dirty Hands Clean Money” sticker. Boogie. I miss Judy Avant Garden, and her man Jim. Love is a-bound and in spirit, love. Fuck langue worry, it’s about the energy attached to the words, not so much always the vernacular, brah. This blog entry is sailing along, writing in Misfits last night was challenging. I sold an erring set, thrift store score mixed with a stellar Target buy, on a small profit last night there. The set was purchased by my friend Jason for his daughter. It was beautiful. Gold framed Northern Lights (Labrodoretite) hangers and 1970’s stud set sapphires, cool blue.
Now, water polo.. Have you ever played it? I haven’t, and I’d Like to, honestly. How about run through the Anoka water fountain naked? Don’t worry, it’s on camera! Boogie. Lucky, Chosen Few props. He’s a good one. So are all the Kristas of the world. UJ just came back inside and is being silly. Much love everyone. We need to do other stuff. AC
03.19.2026 pm
Thinking about fallen homies. Doctor, Doc, we miss you. Lovz. Alright, now on to the living. Find a good reason for it and hold it tight, firecrackers! With love, we reside. Tune it to the lightest channel you can find and tune up the volume. Angels help us all. Ride even, bitch. Roll up your selfish shit and be.
There, on to other rad stuff. I’m trying to be easier here yoyo, boogie boogie, time for a smoke beau.. Yep! I need to get on with this writing process and stop getting side-tracked. Just reached out to Wolfe from American Pickers. Keep hustling America. Tune up the hustle and tune up the boogie … Hell, give some, to your temple, your body, to ask your spirit to rise into action for the better good of this experience called life.
It’s all about that zing, that special sauce, that spice that keeps your chi up or whatever you’d like to call it. Yeah, for me it’s boogie. Grab a razor and make it dull, scrape the paint off a new shovel this spring and plant a tree, bugabeau! Remember to wash yer teeth and find luck in whatever you can, yo. Seriously. I’m itching to get back to my motorcycle and away from my worries for a little while ..
Gotta call Mike, and root for the Minnesota Twins, underdog lifestyle ya’ll .. yep, upper headwater times be like easy chillin’, cool as ice and chill as it’s warming up ya’ll ….
For love and live, AC
03.20.2026 am
It’s aggressive, my style. I’m fine with it, the issue is some people ain’t cool with it. Yo chief, free me up! I need freestyling on easy meets blowing minds baby. I need to remember to brush my damn teeth. What a lot it is being alive. Gotta find my aggression and keep that aggression faced toward the boogie, and not much else.
I’m reformatting the scope of the daily blog to be more free flowing. Hitting the Tab key b.s. When I’m formatting the words to be centered on the page is kinda dumb anyway, so that’s out. Secondly, time, yes, it’s rubbin’s racing season and I’ sitting at a damn computer instead of running to the coffee shop. Yep, rubbin’s racin’ BB…. Reformatting the minds of many, and my own.
I’m thinking of a building that I saw next to the gnarlyest gas station in that town, on the end of Cherokee Street. The building was owned by a weed dealer lady from the 1970’s and was a three level music club back in the day. Heard that the city is tearing it down. As paying homage to Bo Diddley or something, I threw a glass piece from a picture frame that was with Blake crow and I the last time we were there on tour. The building is absolutely beautiful and I feel, needs to be preserved. Call it something cool, the HWY 61 Burn Down Room or something clever.
Life is bizarre, I’m not on a path to try to become famous.. Does it happen accidentally or what? Seems like to maintain middle class income has become really challenging for artists. Drag on the Covid b.s. longer please. I’m listening to “Take Me to Church” and thinking about a sweet girl who was a barista back in the day. “Tell me my sins, and you can sharpen your knife.” What a shit show it all can be, eh Hozier? Her best friend said she married wrong, which saddens me.
Crack the code Charlie, fuck yeah Chuck, boogie! Life is a shitshow and a marmalade dream at the same time, for everyone so use perspective to thank god that your life ain’t worse. This blog shit is already getting too long and I should be walking at the very least, so I’m cutting it off ya’ll .. AC out ….
Slick Krugers is killin’ it in this day in my book .. yep!
04.17.2026 am
We’re doing it, together, and it’s challenging sometimes, indeed. So, tell me, when have YOU last laughed?
I’m currently entertaining my own self, and it’s good Grandpa. I need to shoot some hoop soon, with my Air Jordan’s on, yep.
I’m reviewing my new side project audio and it’s cracking me up, and likely it will crack up others. Being an artist is weird at 42, let me tell you …. Where are the boundaries exactly, and where’s the top exactly? Who knows?
The new stuff isn’t family friendly and won’t be mentioned here.
Take some time to love someone this morning, AC
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